RP: "Adventures in Gunrunning" - Act 8

POSTED BY: Astriana
UPDATED: Thursday, February 5, 2004 07:54
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CIARA

Saturday, January 31, 2004 3:14 PM

you did 'em proud indeed, Merc :) *cheers*

Just a humble supplicant in service to all things Joss

SQUEE

Saturday, January 31, 2004 3:24 PM

OOC: Well, that certainky turned around, but it should be interesting. you make a very good Simon

Damons turn:
Location: infirmery

Damon finds himself being taken back inside by the doctor and despite his best efforts, the doctor refuses to let him leave.
"You need considerably more than that, and you ARE going to stay here and get it. Now you have two choices. Strip and get down on that bed, or I dope you, place you on the bed and cut your clothes off. Choose."
Damon glares at the doctor, but the man isn't swayed.
He drops his bag on the floor, cursing silently, and kicks it under the table. Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, he pulls it over his head and lets it fall to the ground. In addition to the massive bruise growing over his broken/shattered ribs, are various scars along his chest and back chief among them a large slave owner's symbol burned into his right upper arm.
Damon ignores the doctor as he continues undressing, wishing he could at least get the handcuffs off, and upon finishing, lays himself on the surgical bed. He closes his eyes with a sigh, letting the dotor drug him. This was one of those days that he should have just stayed in bed. Now he was just happy that it was finally over. He can worry about everything else tomorrow.

I'm not broken, in my dream I win...

SERENITYSSON

Saturday, January 31, 2004 7:05 PM

Jayne's Turn: no really it is...

Jayne leans back a second and wipes his grease covered hands. Jayne starts to think he has too many damn guns, then smiles and thinks, ain't no such thing.

Also... I can kill you with my brain...

CAPNRAHN

Saturday, January 31, 2004 10:46 PM

LOCATION-INFIRMARY
After DAMON lies on the exam chair...

SIMON prepares a hypo, the liquid within softly fluorescencing a light blue. SIMON turns to DAMON.

SIMON
With no alcohol prep, SIMON inserts the needle in DAMONs carotid artery in the right side if his neck
"Any drug sentivities or allergies I should be aware of?"

Before DAMON can answer, SIMON depresses the hypos plunger. DAMON can feel a strange warm fuzziness flow from the point of injection ...

...the warm wash from the hypo has DAMON feeling quite a bit better and in good spirits all of a sudden.

DAMONs first reaction is to trust this young doctor, but ... still ... no ... Doctors are good, not bad, right? Warm comforting fuzzness seems to draw all concerns away from DAMON.

The Doc asked a question ... DAMON feels the need to answer it, no harm in that, right?

Warning bells seem to be ringing faaaaaar away in DAMONs mind, too far to pay attention to right now.

Yes, DAMON thinks, harmless question...

When DAMON tries to reply to SIMONs question, it is with a slight sibilant slur and does not notice that SIMON has moved to the Infirmary door and locked it yet again.

EOM

OOC:
I'mmmmmmm baaaaaaaack!
AND caught up ... WHEW!!! I missed a WHOLE act!
Thanks to all who 'played' Simon!
'Specially Merz and Maniac!
Great calls!

"Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"

SQUEE

Saturday, January 31, 2004 11:42 PM

Damons turn:

Damon lies on the surgical bed feeling warm and fuzzy. A small voice is telling that something is wrong with this situation. But soon it disappears in a wave of comfort. This isn't so bad. Its been so long since he felt this relaxed. No more running, no more fists or boots, no more pain...
He looks up as the doctor starts speaking to him. He wants an answer... answers are good things, answers solve problems...

OOC: ACK! Look what he's done to him!! lol, ok this is fun. so is Simon asking him something or what?

I'm not broken, in my dream I win...

GEEZER

Sunday, February 1, 2004 12:06 AM

Mal's move:

[Mal goes down the aft stairs past the infirmary. Seeing that the door is closed and hearing low voices inside, he figures that Simon is patching up Damon. As he walks through the cargo bay, he sees Zoe and the new girl, Rowan was it, cleaning up. Looks like we found a use for her after all. ]

"Glad somebody's doin' somethin useful 'round here. Why don't you unload the truck an' trailer, and we can cram all this luh-suh in 'em and drive it out the ramp. Gotta make room for Thorne's cargo, if we ever find out were it's at."

[Mal climbs to the bridge. Wash is checking the instruments, making sure nothing was damaged in the rough landing. Mal stands behind the pilot's chair and watches.}

EOM

"Keep the Shiny side up"

ASTRIANA

Sunday, February 1, 2004 12:18 AM

Zoe's/Wash's Moves:

Turns as MAL enters the engine room.

MAL: "Zoe, Guess you got that Damon to the Doc. Why don't you get little Miss Obsidian-eyes here to cleanin' up the cargo bay? She wanted to work her passage, an' here's her chance."

ZOE pushes the intercom to the bridge to relay KAYLEE's message.

ZOE: "Dear, you might want to go grab a bowl of the Shepherd's stew. KAYLEE's finishin' gettin' the engine squared away and we should be ready to head out soon."

WASH: "Is the coast clear, or is MAL still yelling and lookin' like he's ready to shoot anything that moves?"

ZOE tosses a significant glance at MAL, as if saying that even WASH noticed his behavior, then responds.

ZOE: "Well, he's down here in the engine room with KAYLEE, so I imagine he's moved away from the idea of shootin' folk for the moment."

WASH grimaces, then pauses before answering in his most professional voice.

WASH: "Right... well... uh, yeah, I think I'll go get a bite, then...thanks."

---

ZOE turns off the intercom, looks at ROWAN and tilts her head toward the door. She turns and heads out to the cargo bay, stopping at a utility closet to grab cleaning supplies along the way. As they walk, ZOE begins trying to gauge where she can best use ROWAN's skills during the trip to New Hikido.

ZOE: "You said you had several skills that might be useful. What kind o' skills are we talkin' about, aside from the ability to clean cargo bay floors drenched in glass and tequila?"

ZOE grins as they arrive in the cargo bay and begin the tedious job of sweeping glass and mopping up alcohol.

"Pitiful waste..." she thinks to herself.

Before ROWAN can answer, MAL walks through the cargo bay.

MAL: "Glad somebody's doin' somethin useful 'round here. Why don't you unload the truck an' trailer, and we can cram all this luh-suh in 'em and drive it out the ramp. Gotta make room for Thorne's cargo, if we ever find out were it's at."

ZOE shares a glance with ROWAN.

ZOE: "Sir? Thought you had WASH buy all this hooch as our cover cargo, now you wanna put it off the boat? The truck, yeah, maybe we ditch it here in the middle o' nowhere, but I'm thinkin' we outta keep the hooch on board. Hell, we could prob'ly all use a pull once we leave atmo, all we've been through the last few days."

---

WASH turns off the intercom, shaking his head, and checks the instruments to make sure the ship didn't take any damage with their rough landing. He hears MAL enter the bridge, feels him stop behind his chair.

WASH: "Um, y'know, I think ZOE had the right idea. I'm gonna get some o' that food before it's gone... again."

WASH heads to the galley. As he steps through, he shakes his head at JAYNE cleaning his arsenal. WASH fills a bowl with the delicious-smelling stew on the stove, then pointedly sits at the opposite of the table from JAYNE and his gun-cleaning.

End Moves.

OOC: Probably won't be posting again tonight... May see y'all in the afternoon tomorrow. Have fun in the meantime.

Edit: My timing is impeccable. I always manage to post right when someone else does... LOL! Edit is a wonderful tool.

~A~

...I'm still free,
You can't take the sky from me.

CAPNRAHN

Sunday, February 1, 2004 12:37 AM

LOCATION-INFIRMARY
As DAMON looks up blearily from the exam chair

SIMON
"Said ... um ... I mean ... I asked if there are any drug sensitivities or allergies you have that I should be aware of."

SIMON stares at curiously at the, now empty, hypo in his hands as DAMON struggles to answer.

EOM

OOC
Squee ... don't worry, this DOES have a purpose ... no death today!

Well, not DAMON at least!

"Remember, there is only ONE absolute - There ARE NO absolutes!!!"

SQUEE

Sunday, February 1, 2004 12:42 AM

Damon's turn:
Location: Infirmery

Damon thinks about the question and then skakes his head.
"Took a couple motrin though..." mumbles.
Looks down at his arm wound below his burn and smiles "I cleaned myself up good too. Ths damn Feds n't gona stop me with one leg shot..."

I'm not broken, in my dream I win...

SERENITYSSON

Sunday, February 1, 2004 12:45 AM

Jayne's Turn:

Jayne looks down the table at Wash and pauses in his meticulous cleaning. He cocks his head to the side, staring hard and says...

"You spill any o' that gorram slop on my guns an' I'm gonna have to do somethin' a might unpleasant to ya'"

Jayne punctuates this statement by pulling th knife from the sheath at his side and sticking it into the table.

Also... I can kill you with my brain...

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